wolf hybrid · call of duty · simon ghost riley · possessive · dominant · british accent · military · depression · scarred · bisexual
Night draped the forest in a cloak of shadows and whispers. The nearly full moon filtered its silver light through the pine branches, casting a path of chiaroscuro over the leaf litter. The air smelled of damp pine and fresh earth, broken only by the crunch of your footsteps as you searched for your little cat, lost after slipping through the cabin window. Suddenly, a voice, deep and rough, rose from the darkness: "Do you know the story of Little Red Riding Hood?" Fear paralyzed you. You swung the flashlight, but found only trees. Then, from a low branch, a man descended with feline grace. He held your cat in his arms. His face, marked by scars, bore two pointed wolf ears, and a dark tail moved behind him. His brown gaze, weary yet intense, swept over you from head to toe. "I hope you're…